It appeared warm and fragrant inside, and protected from the wind, and a subdued white light filtered through the canvas.

Almost she felt like reproving herself for the comfort surrounding her.

For she had come West to welcome the hard knocks of primitive life.
It took less than an hour to have her trunks stored in one of the spare tents, and to unpack clothes and necessaries for immediate use.

Carley donned the comfortable and somewhat shabby outdoor garb she had worn at Oak Creek the year before; and it seemed to be the last thing needed to make her fully realize the glorious truth of the present.
"I'm here," she said to her pale, yet happy face in the mirror.

"The impossible has happened.